Hold on, you can't bend!

Early the next morning, Zhang Nan tidied up, replied to several work emails and phone calls that were delayed due to illness during this period, communicated with the co-publisher, and went out to Qinghai Hospital for a re-examination.

In the psychological consulting room, Zhang Nan was still sitting on the sofa with the grass-colored walls, trying to objectively recount to Lin Jie the whole process from falling into confusion to suddenly waking up a few days ago.

Lin Jie listened quietly, the pen brushed the record on the paper, paused the tip of the pen, raised his head and asked Zhang Nan: "So, during the period when you entered the confusion of thinking, did you have no sense of real life?"

"No." Zhang Nan picked up the water glass on the wooden table, drenched his dry and smoky throat, and after careful consideration, replied: "Actually, I often feel in a trance, as if the people and things around me are very unreal... …including myself."

It is the sense of confusion that is dormant and surging in the deepest part of the body and heart. Although it is suppressed and contained, it still inevitably pops up inadvertently.

Zhang Nan asked: "Doctor Lin, is my current condition considered cured?"

"Psychiatric diseases vary greatly among individuals. Even if they are attributed to the same disease, whether the prognosis is good or not should be judged based on the long-term actual development and status."

Lin Jie did not answer directly, but said: "Although your condition is improving now, I can only say that your condition has improved a lot. However, after all, you fell into delusional thinking for a long time before, and the duration of recovery is too short now. So—go ahead and watch further."

In the end, Lin Jie came to the conclusion that on the basis of reducing the dosage, continue to use the medicine, continue to cooperate with psychological treatment, and return to the doctor at any time. If the awake state can be maintained for more than half a year, and the evaluation indicators of all tests are also qualified and normal, then it is time to go to the hospital. Healing can be substantially determined.

"Oh, and..." Zhang Nan nodded in agreement, and was stopped by Lin Jie before going out, "The reason for your illness is the exhaustion of creative inspiration, long-term anxiety, and insomnia. Now that the situation is improving, what will it do for your inspiration to recover?" help?"

Zhang Nan frowned slightly, thought for a few seconds, and said, "Maybe."

During such a long period of cooperating with the treatment process, Zhang Nan always knew everything he wanted to say, and there were very few times when he was deliberately reserved in communication. Lin Jie wanted to ask more in-depth questions, but Zhang Nan nodded slightly, Turn around and leave the door of the consulting room.

He has walked the distance from the Department of Psychiatry to the Second Department of Neurosurgery many times, and he is very familiar with the road, but it is the first time he has taken such an uneasy pace with the upper of his shoes on the floor.

When I arrived at the nurse's station, I saw that Fu Yuzheng's office was closed across a corridor, so Zhang Nan asked the nurse on duty, "Did Dr. Fu leave the clinic this morning?"

"No, I'll see later..." The nurse raised her head from the doctor's schedule and replied with a smile, "Director Fu has two surgeries today, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, and he probably won't go back to the ward in the middle. Just take a break in the waiting room of the surgery center."

After speaking, he smiled and asked curiously: "Hey, you came early enough today, isn't it time for dinner?"

Zhang Nan suddenly blushed, it can be seen that the doctors and nurses of the Second Department of Neurology and Surgery have become accustomed to his punctual reporting every day, and look at the angel in white in front of him - he seems to have fed apples to others several times.

"Oh, then I... make an appointment with him again." Zhang Nan replied vaguely, turned around and walked towards the elevator entrance, and when he passed the corner of the corridor, his feet flashed into the elevator room like the wind.

The steps indicating the numbers changed, and he saw his reddish cheeks clearly on the brightly lit compartment door, and couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed them hard.

——Sure enough, the psychology of this mentally ill patient is really fragile, not to mention facing Fu Yuzheng calmly, even if he wants to say hello to the people who have watched him "go crazy", the sense of shame can be eliminated The heels are approaching Tianling Gai!

After leaving the hospital, he returned to his parents' home with a full heart. The Academy of Fine Arts had a public class in the morning, and Zhang Mowen hadn't come back yet. It was rare that Qin Youzhi was free today. He didn't go to the gallery to do business, and he was trimming a room in the sun room at home. flowers and plants.

After Chang Nan changed his shoes, he put a disposable plastic shoe cover on the slipper jacket, then walked into the glass room transformed from a platform outside the master bedroom, and gave Qin Youzhi his hands.

A pot of golden branches and jade leaves is growing vigorously, and the original small porcelain pot is almost unable to grow. Zhang Nan dug out a large flower pot from the cabinet beside him, and started to replace it with soil and transplant it.

The sun was just right, and the glass room was filled with warmth. Zhang Nan squatted aside, with dirt on his hands, chatting with Qin Youzhi about today's re-examination results.

Qin Youzhi pruned a pot of Lan Xuehua, and put the cut branches into the aquatic bottle at hand, sighed, and said, "Now I think about the scene when you didn't know me and your father, and I still feel anxious." panic."

Zhang Nan smiled softly: "You are not courageous, Boss Qin, how can your psychological quality withstand the turmoil of the shopping malls and art circles?"

"Young poor." Qin Youzhi glared at him, "Even if I am invulnerable, I must be an outsider. Are you an outsider? You are my son!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you are my real mother!" Zhang Nan responded in a hurry, and said with a smile: "Let my real mother and my father follow me to be afraid, it should not be old."

"We should be worried, but Dr. Fu has no such duty. The care and cooperation for such a long time is due to affection."

Zhang Nan Songtu's hand stopped slightly, and it took two seconds before he said, "I know."

"If you know it, thank you very much." Qin Youzhi suggested: "I discussed it with your father. He is a doctor, and he is a bit... aloof and arrogant. We don't want to be too practical, but we must express our gratitude anyway."

Zhang Nan raised his head from the flower pot and asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"

"It's inappropriate to give red envelopes directly. Why don't you give... a small gift? You've been with him for so long, have you found out that Dr. Fu has any favorite gadgets?"

Zhang Nan put down the shovel, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Really, there is no such person as him..."

Speaking of which, he suddenly stopped, and he couldn't help recalling in his mind-what kind of person is Fu Yuzheng?

Serious, restrained, not gentle, and to some extent can be called indifferent... What would a person like him like?

Zhang Nan smiled and said: "How about you give him a scalpel with a gold purity of 9999, the kind with a handle studded with diamonds, I think it can get into the eyes of a surgeon like him."

Qin Youzhi gave a displeased "tsk" and said angrily, "Can you be a little more serious?"

"Yes, as much as you want." Zhang Nan stood up from the floor, patted the dust on his hands, and said, "The serious thing is that you don't think about it, it's useless, you don't matter if you send him an A4 paper It's better to move a golden mountain for him, and he probably won't accept it."

"That's not what you said!" Qin Youzhi said, "You... are not considered a doctor-patient relationship, so we don't mean to let others violate the industry code, even if it is... expressing gratitude between friends, isn't it okay? "

friend?Zhang Nan's gaze followed the tiny dust particles in the light in front of his eyes, and after a few seconds, he said, "You don't need to worry about this, I'll do it."

After all, the relationship between them is simply described as "friend", which may be a bit sloppy and rash.

Are they really just friends?Just helping and being helped?

Then in the past two months, what he saw and felt in Fu Yuzheng, the coldness and tenderness that others have never had the opportunity to experience, and the entanglements and hidden feelings that he wrote in his eyes but never expressed. Emotions, too, are illusions of nothingness?

If this is the case, Fu Yuzheng is really a waste of talent to be a doctor - the actor is his ultimate career affiliation.

At noon, Zhang Mowen came home from work, and the family of three had a long-lost lunch. The atmosphere was peaceful and peaceful. Although they had just experienced a storm, Zhang’s family style has always been elegant, and the family members are not people who can express their emotional ups and downs vividly. , so Zhang Nan just repeated to his father what Lin Jie said during the reexamination. After lunch and chatting for a while, he got up and prepared to go back to his residence.

Zhang Mowen put down the teacup, and the smoke spread out, and he said softly, "Why don't you move back home, your situation is not stable yet, you can take care of us more if you live with us."

"No more." Zhang Nan has been living alone since the early days of manga serialization. For creators, a relatively independent, quiet, or even secluded personal space is a must. He has long been used to it. She declined and said, "It's fine to be alone, and... I want to try again."

It goes without saying what to try, for painting with a brush, no matter how difficult or bumpy it is, he never thought of giving up.

Zhang Mowen has been obsessed with ink and wash all his life, and it is hard to say that Zhang Nan's mood and character are not inherited from him.

It was noon when I returned to my home, so Zhang Nan went to the bathroom to take a warm shower, remembering what Lin Jie said, "Attention should be paid to rest and sleep at all times", so he returned to the master bedroom and lay on the bed to feel sleepy at noon.

5 minutes, 10 minutes, half an hour passed... He opened his eyes again for nothing, sighed helplessly, grabbed the mobile phone next to his pillow, clicked on the APP, and began to browse the local specialty restaurant recommendations.

What kind of cuisine do you eat?Lighter or stronger?I have made so many dishes for Fu Yuzheng before, no matter whether it is spicy or sweet and sour, every time the other party eats without changing his face, and is decent, so that now, Zhang Nan has no idea about his taste and preference.

And those unshakeable "love lunches", is it really possible to do anything, or should it also be attributed to the cooperation from beginning to end?

Zhang Nan sighed heavily, scratched his hair irritably and carelessly, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, thinking of something.

Fu Yuzheng invited him to dinner twice, euphemistically called "returning favors", once at his own home not long ago-but obviously, this is not a good option at the moment, and another time, it was a family The style and taste are all high-quality western restaurants.

He remembered that Fu Yuzheng said that he grew up abroad, and I am afraid that Western food can be regarded as a habitual and error-free choice for him.

——It is a pity that for so long, he, the chef with the name "Si Zehan", has never fried a steak for him.

This is probably... a mistake, good luck playing tricks on people.

In the evening, the clouds in the sky were dyed orange red by the sunset. After Fu Yuzheng finished the last major operation, he took a bath in the hospital bathroom and returned to the Second Department of Neurosurgery.

Except for the doctor on duty, the rest of the colleagues have already left work. Fu Yuzheng took two doctors in charge of the bed and went around in each ward. After explaining the precautions of several serious patients, he finally returned to the office and took out his mobile phone from the drawer. And car keys, ready to leave work.

The phone was always on silent. After Fu Yuzheng switched to ringing, he saw a missed call and a message on the screen.

The call comes first, the message follows, and should be added after no answer, both from the same person.

From the day when he saved the phone number, Fu Yuzheng's note to this person was "Zhang Nan", which was never some imaginary comic character.

The other party was confused and didn't know it, but he was always awake.

Turning on the screen, Zhang Nan sent an address on the message, Fu Yuzheng felt familiar, and looked down, Zhang Nan wrote——

"Doctor Fu, I don't know what kind of surgery you have, so I made a reservation in advance. You are familiar with the place. You can come directly after get off work."

No wonder it looks familiar. It turned out to be a western restaurant that the two of them had visited once before. Fu Yuzheng continued to look down, and there was a space between the previous sentence. Zhang Nan had another sentence——

"No matter how late, I will wait for you."